He did not disturb his wearied guest, but when the old man had arisen in the morning he acquainted him that the funeral of the late chieftain was to take place the same day, and that, although Eachin MacIan could not invite a Saxon to the funeral, he would be glad to receive him at the entertainment which was to follow.
"His will must be obeyed," said the glover, half smiling at the change of relation between himself and his late apprentice.

"The man is the master now, and I trust he will remember that, when matters were otherwise between us, I did not use my authority ungraciously." "Troutsho, friend!" exclaimed the Booshalloch, "the less of that you say the better.

You will find yourself a right welcome guest to Eachin, and the deil a man dares stir you within his bounds.

But fare you well, for I must go, as beseems me, to the burial of the best chief the clan ever had, and the wisest captain that ever cocked the sweet gale (bog myrtle) in his bonnet.

Farewell to you for a while, and if you will go to the top of the Tom an Lonach behind the house, you will see a gallant sight, and hear such a coronach as will reach the top of Ben Lawers.